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Post From Actress to Ogress (WG, Ogre) by T.F. Wright


Cassie Diamond, a fading Hollywood starlet, has been given a chance to reprise her most famous role: an Ogre princess. But after an ill-fated encounter with Bruce, a thief who stole an enchanted artifact, Cassie finds herself transforming into an Ogre for real. She finds herself becoming bigger, stronger, taller, fatter. Even her personality is becoming more monstrous, aggressive, and dominant. Will she and Bruce find a way to return to normal, or will she embrace her new dark side? Read the excerpt below and then get the full story on Amazon!

While Bruce slept tossing and turning all the while, Cassie was still wide awake. Today’s setback had been difficult for her—in her mind, she was just getting uglier and uglier, and there was no way to stop it or even to find out why. Bruce apparently, had difficulty remaining in the same room with her.

She could hardly stand to look at herself, so how could she really blame him for that?

From the indentation in Bruce’s pants, she could tell he must be having a fun dream. Probably thinking about sleeping with hot celebrities - women who looked she used to, Cassie thought.

The only thought that consoled her was getting cured, and so she decided to once again look over the sketches they’d made for their hike into town. Cassie carefully pulled out the little notepad Bruce carried in his boot, not wanting to wake him up.

As she flipped through it, she found something other than maps and charts: words. Diary entries?

“Why is she so sexy?” Bruce had written. “She was a celebrity crush as a human, but now like a monster, but everything about her from her muscles to her green skin to her ears drives me wild…Why do I like her so much? I don’t know. It’s possible that whatever caused her change is causing me to like it. Or maybe it’s just what happens when two people are forced to endure desperate circumstances together,” he'd speculated. “But, one thing is for sure. I can’t get enough of her sexy, deep voice or her amazing arms…she’s so strong, so powerful, so determined…”

As she read the endless paragraphs praising her every feature – from her sharpening teeth, to her expanding waistline, to her darkening hair, and even the muddy grittiness that she’d taken on from living here.

The leftover resentment she still harbored towards him for getting her into this mess slowly ebbed away, while her confidence in herself started to swell. It was quite flattering, in its way. Maybe Bruce’s dreams weren’t what she’d thought. If she could inspire feelings like this in a man like Bruce, well, maybe things weren’t so bad after all…

Cassie gingerly stuffed the diary back into Bruce’s boot, careful not to wake him up. He squirmed on the sofa, and lust taking full possession of her mind, Cassie imagined that he was in the throes of passion. She wanted nothing more than to pin him down, to put that squirming to work beneath him.

But that would have to wait until tomorrow. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right, she thought to herself.

~

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Cassie said, once Bruce had finally pulled himself up from the sofa. “Did you sleep well?”

“Nah, I had some...weird dreams,” Bruce said as he stretched.

“Well, I’m headed out for a bath, later,” Cassie said, and headed outside.

“Wait, what?” he asked. “A bath? Where?”

“In the garden. Haven’t you ever heard of a mud bath?”

It didn’t sound quite so crazy when she put it that way, he thought. He pretended to remain on the sofa, but as soon as she was out of the room, he stood up and headed for the window. After the dream last night, he couldn’t deny it any more. He wanted—he needed—to see her in the buff.

Just a little peek, Bruce told himself. One harmless little glance.

Cassie slowly waded into the swampy mud where her herb garden once stood. She groaned with satisfaction and relaxation as her heavy, thick body slowly slid into the brown, bubbling muck. Then, as if she wasn’t dirty enough, she began grabbing handfuls of the mud and vigorously rubbing it into her thick hide, in some grotesque parody of what she must have looked like applying exfoliating soap as a human. She also rubbed the mud into her face, wearing it like a facial mask, and even took a few globby handfuls and swallowed them down, her gut swelling a little larger with every gulp.

In spite of—or possibly because of—the dirtiness of the situation, Bruce could feel himself getting hard. At first, he tried to dismiss it as pure randiness. How long had it been since he’d had a woman? Hell, how had it been since he’d had a chance to watch porn?
But as his eyes traced the contours of Cassie’s inhuman frame—her round cheeks; thick lips; broad back; muscular, chunky arms; heavy, large breasts; portly potbelly…he couldn’t deny it any longer. He wanted her, warts and all. What he wouldn’t give to have her tackle him in that mud…

Just one little wank, he told himself. One-time relief, and he’d get it out of his system. Hopefully, he wouldn’t ever dream about Ogres again.

As Cassie twisted her body and arched her back, she turned her head and saw him through the window. Bruce wanted to stop, but he couldn’t. As her eyes went wide with shock, she stood up and walked towards him, showing off her full profile. The dripping mud obscured her skin, but also highlighted every curve and ripping muscle on her hulking frame. Seeing it powerfully stride towards him filled Bruce with fear, but that only accentuated his arousal.

“Bruce, did I catch you red-handed?” she asked, trying her best not to smile. This was going even better than expected!

“I…uh,” Bruce sputtered, as he struggled to pull his pants up
.
“Thinking about me before I became a monster, right?” she asked, knowing full well that wasn’t true.

“No!” Bruce said.

“Really? I suppose I should be flattered,” she said. “But, still, you had no right to look at me without permission.”

“Of course, of course. I’m terribly sorry…”

“Tell you what, I’ll challenge you to an arm wrestling contest. If you win, I’ll let you look at me whenever you’d like. You can jerk off to your heart’s content,” she proposed.

“Well…” Bruce wasn’t quite sure how to respond. On the one hand, if his goal was to get her permission to look at her, this wasn’t the way to go about it. While he would have trounced her before her change and he might have had a fair fight during the first day, she’d long since surpassed his strength. He knew she’d triumph easily.

On the other hand, the thought of her pinning him was rapidly bringing back his erection. He wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to lose. He wanted to feel her strength, her monstrous prowess, even if it meant denying himself a look at her.

“Sure,” he said, smiling a little. After all, he thought, why look when you can touch?

Cassie walked inside, tracking mud everywhere, and sat down on the floor next to the coffee table. Bruce sat beside her and placed his arm on the table.

Cassie’s hand was still dripping with mud, her claw-like nails filthy and dark, and her bicep bulging and glistening with anticipation. A thin sheen of mud flowed down it
.
She grasped his hand, and for a moment, their eyes locked. There was an eager, lusty grin in Cassie’s red-flecked eyes, which he mistook for a prideful, competitive spirit.

He said he was attracted to her for being strong, powerful, and determined, Cassie thought. She’d give him all he could handle, and then some.

“Go!” she shouted. Bruce, knowing he was doomed, tried to put up a good-faith effort, but it was as though his arm offered her no resistance whatsoever. She pinned his arm so quickly and so powerfully that when the back of his hand smashed against the table, the legs snapped like cheap kindling and the whole thing crashed to the floor.

“Heh, nice one,” Bruce said with a little gulp. “Guess I won’t be sneaking anymore peeks at you…”

“Guess not,” she said. “You’ll just have to learn to control yourself around me,” she teased.

“Yeah…” Bruce said, out of breath from both the physical exertion and the excitement of having her pin him.

“Or we could have a rematch,” Cassie proposed. “Not another arm wrestling contest but…a mud wrestling contest.”

“Mud wrestling?” Bruce asked. He had half a mind to pinch himself—this was too good to be true.

“Yeah,” she said, as they walked outside together. “Unless you’re scared…”

“I’m not scared,” Bruce replied quickly, though his heart was pounding like crazy.

“Get ready, then,” she said with a little wink, before attempting to playfully nudge his shoulder. This caused him to tumble backwards
.
“Get…ready?” he asked.

“Get naked!” she roared at him. “Unless you want your clothes to get covered in mud again,” she said.

“Naked mud wrestling?” Bruce repeated.

“You ask a lot of questions,” Cassie said, shaking her head.

Bruce slowly started to remove his clothes, but Cassie quickly lost patience. She lunged towards him and shoved him into the mud while he was only partially undressed. The sudden motion of both of them landing into the dank bog created a huge splash. Mud flew everywhere.

The mud which had covered Cassie’s thick skin had just begun to start drying and caking, but it suddenly gained a new coat as she fell inside. Her weight, along with the thickness of the mud, made Bruce start sinking almost immediately. But despite the fact that he was sinking faster than last time, and despite the fact that Cassie was actively pushing him down, the fear left his heart. He knew he was safe in her powerful arms.

Before his head went under, Cassie hooked her arm around the back of his head, preventing him from sinking further. She slowly lifted him up, his cheeks brushing against her large breasts in the process.

Cassie lifted his body up further, pulling him out of the mud completely. He felt even more helpless dangling in her arms than he did sinking into the swamp. He fought against it initially, kicking his legs against her sides to no effect. Then, he let his body go limp. She’d earned her dominance, and surrendering to it was bliss.

Cassie wiped the mud from his eyes with her clawed hand, splaying her fingers carefully to avoid hurting him, then leaned in and nibbled on his face. Her two prominent lower teeth scraped against his lips with a delicious amount of pleasurable pain – a feeling which was only accentuated as she squeezed him tightly. The bones in his back popped a little from the intense pressure, while his erection dug into the side of her heavy gut.

“Guess I win this one, too,” she said.

“Yes,” Bruce admitted, the air squeezing from his lungs.

“So you won’t ogle me any more without my permission?” she asked, squeezing him harder still.
“No, I won't!” Bruce swore.

“Well, I’ve got good news for you, Bruce. You have my permission to look, anytime you want!”

“Wait, what!?” Bruce thought, as Cassie leaned close and their lips locked.

As she sloppily kissed him, he could taste a dried smear of blood on her lips, from the deer she’d killed. It was a vivid reminder of what a vicious monster she really was, which only served to turn him on even more.

Then, she lowered him a little, until her chest was level with his face. Cassie grabbed Bruce’s butt and pulled it towards her, mashing their groins together. Bruce chafed a little as his cock was scraped against the thick skin of her thigh. With the next thrust, they connected. Bruce’s mouth and nose nearly suffocated as Cassie’s strong arm held him tightly against her sweaty, mud-drenched cleavage.

Cassie fell forwards, both of them landing in the mud with a resounding splash. Bruce was incapacitated totally: the weight from her body pinned him down, the strength from her arms and legs pinned held him in place, and the fact that he was slowly sinking semi-solid, mucky mud made it impossible from him to even try to get up.

The feeling of total helplessness intensified as he met Cassie’s gaze, the fire of lust making her eyes grow redder and making the shape of her irises become a little more bestial.

It didn’t take either of them long to reach climax.

Afterwards, when Cassie set him down in the mud, Bruce wasn’t sure if he should feel ashamed of what had happened, or proud. The more he thought about it, the more the latter seemed like the only conclusion. It was easily the best sex of his life—so why should he have to feel bad if it was with a monster?

Read From Actress to Ogress on Amazon. It's 14,000 words of steamy Ogre fun! And let me know what you think.
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